Sunday evening the grand children and IWent for a walk in our woods,The forest was quiet,The pine needles deep and soft beneath our feet,Some of the deciduous leaves had begun toTurn colors and fall to the forest floor,The girls kept giggling and dancing aboutLike children having been let out of church,I kept feeling Elena and then IsabelTouch the back of my sweater,I couldn’t see what was happening butI knew they were putting something,On my fuzzy sweater vest,

Finally at the house after a photo,I was able to see their work,My back was a beautiful leaf painting!